Scoring The End Of The World
Being a filly, Spencer always found himself alone. He wasn’t sure why. He stopped caring after a while, only focusing on his music.
When he reached adulthood he had found himself with a son and a dead girlfriend. Life went on though. His son grew older and eventually left, never speaking to him again. That was fine.
Spencer found himself a stallion, Justin. Justin was nice, but left Spencer too. That was fine. He didn’t care how alone he was.
Until…
A gray figure appeared in front of him, unusually tall, and the strangest markings all over. It almost looked like a zebra, but not quite. It brushed a hoof through its shaggy hair and looked at him with piercing blue eyes.
“Spencer!” it gasped, its voice surprisingly deep, “You need to help me- Please- You know how to hide a body!!”
Spencer took a step back, a frown spreading across his features, “Excuse me?”
“PLEase!” It shrieked, grabbing him and teleporting them off to a location hidden in the woods. Before them was a nice cozy home and the body of a certain bat pony…with a hole blown through his face.
“For Celestia’s sake! What did you do to him?!” Spencer gasped, shooting an impressed look at the unicorn.
“I accidentally blew a hole in his face because something told me he was unsafe and- oh- he’s dead,” the unicorn looked down at the corpse, stepping out of it’s brains. Spencer just watched, suddenly feeling less alone. A plan formulated in his mind.
“I can help you.”
They spent the next few months building up a lovely relationship, only to benefit Spencer of course. He had learned that the unicorn was named Andy, and he was supposedly an angel. Spencer never really believed in the whole angel pony myth, there was no proof that they were real. But whatever Andy wanted to tell himself, Spencer would support.
It was nice, finally having someone, no matter how delusional or mentally unstable they were. There were a few issues though, as with most relationships. Andy was incredibly…well, controlling. Everything Spencer did was wrong in his eyes, always being told that there were wiser options and that the “high archangels” would’ve beaten him senseless for it. Whatever, he knew Andy was mentally ill.
Everything was fine. Even when a gray mailmare with choppy blonde hair came flying Spencer’s way, a letter in mouth.
“For you!” She announced proudly, taking from her mouth and waiting for Spencer to take it. He stared at her for a moment before taking the letter, damp from her mouth. There was no way of entailing who it was from, just his name scribbled on the back with an IX crudely drawn on.
Okay, odd. Spencer walked away from the mailmare and ripped the envelope open with his teeth before beginning to read.
To Spencer,
You’re probably wondering why you have received this letter. It is because you are under suspicion for a string of murders across Equestria. The only evidence for this lies within your own hometown. I’m trying to help you by making sure you don’t get caught. This is not exactly to benefit you, but to keep the Hoofilic Church from claiming another “victory.” Eliminate the angel in your home and life will continue normally for everypony.
Why did everything have to be so cryptic? He wasn’t even aware that the Hoofilic Church had any prominence anymore outside of small villages along the west. Whatever. This was stupid. He wasn’t done with Andy and he didn’t need to get more suspicion on him. He just threw the letter in a nearby bin and made his way back into the woods.
Spencer told himself that it was nothing, there really was nothing to worry about. He’s gotten weird letters before, mostly from family trying to beg him to return home and find a wife again. Maybe they were changing methods…but how did they know about Andy? Did they hire someone to watch him? How would they know about the murders?
He made sure to look around him as he walked, to make sure nopony was after him. Life would continue on and whoever sent the letter would too. Hopefully.
A white pegasus watched from above, his black hair slicked back neatly as he stalked Spencer. It was a bit funny that the earth pony didn’t even bother to look up for the stalker. It should’ve been expected from a pony like him to refuse to look into the heavens above. The pegasus couldn’t exactly blame him.
His stalking continued even as Spencer stepped into the small cottage, the pegasus perched himself atop the roof silently. He could hear Spencer conversing with the angel, ignoring it’s worried ramblings of the “soon to be rapturing.” He knew there wouldn’t be a rapture for another 3,000 years or so. Anyone actually involved with the church would know that.
Spencer ignored Andy as usual, just nodding along and stretching out over the couch.
“Why did you kill Ronnie?” Spencer asked after around 15 minutes of silence, he’d asked this multiple times.
“I didn’t mean to- I would never kill a pony on purpose…things just happen.”
“Yes. I know, you’ve mentioned that quite a few times. I would like an actual reason though.”
Andy went quiet. The conversation always ended like this. Andy was too scared to answer honestly. He just rubbed his head and looked down at his hooves.
“There was no reason other than a bad feeling,” he finally spoke.
Spencer raised a brow, not quite understanding.
“You killed him because of a bad feeling?”
“Yes…I think. He was just acting weird and I felt the need to…uhm, fix it. So without really thinking..I…killed him…”
The grim expression on Andy’s face lacked the actual remorse that should have come with this revelation.
Spencer nods, then rolls back over, staring up at the ceiling, “Huh.”
He thought back to the letter from earlier. Maybe he should rid his life of Andy. Rid Equestria of him.
The white pegasus stretched out his large wings and set to the skies. He had gathered all the information needed.